I Already Know My Magic Power Is Ridiculously High! Now I Just Need a Cute Wife... - Episode 73

The magic power released from the pipe shone brilliantly, distorting the surrounding scenery like a shimmering heat haze.

Such a beautiful light seemed to irresistibly attract people, like a moth to a flame.

At least one person here had already been captivated.

“Oh! What a mystical radiance! This is truly the power of an Anti-Mage… No, even greater! Saint, you truly are the savior of this world—the Fallen Star Sage!”

“……”

Beside me, a voluptuous nun was getting excited.

I had no idea what she was saying, but she was probably one of my fanatical followers.

She was the second female fanatic fan after Nicolette.

She was about the same height as Nicolette, but if Nicolette had the physique of an athletic girl, then Evelyn was more like a glamour model.

With just the slightest movement, her twin peaks jiggled.

Even the tiniest vibration was transmitted without the slightest attenuation, bouncing softly.

She was undoubtedly well-endowed.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand.

I called this magic power *Nebula Arts*.

If normal magic power was like gasoline, then *Nebula Arts* was a higher-tier magic power, controlled by a singular will.

It functioned organically, using my magic power as fuel.

**”Align.”**

At my command, the magic at the tip of the pipe formed into a perfect sphere and came to a halt.

Just like this, *Nebula Arts* could change shape according to my will.

It swayed like an amoeba, took on a spherical form—it had such a high degree of flexibility that calling it “magic power” felt almost questionable.

Its movements were somewhat comical and cute, making training sessions feel like I was teaching tricks to a dog.

“GRRROOOAAAH! WHY CAN YOU USE ANTI-MAGIC POWER?! THAT MAGIC BELONGS TO ME!”

“…No, it doesn’t.”

The monstrous man started shouting something bizarre.

Did he go senile or something?

“FEED ME!!”

“Oh? You want this? Well then, have as much as you like.”

The monster was about to enter my attack range.

That would be his end.

I focused my mind and gave the order for *Nebula Arts* to unleash maximum firepower.

**”—Burn.”**

With a roar, *Nebula Arts* erupted from the pipe like a gas burner.

The air rapidly expanded from the heat, generating a deafening boom as scorching winds raged around us.

“Haaah! S-So powerful! Such divine magic! This is it—this is the guiding light! Saint, your true form i—Oww! Hot!”

“……”

Evelyn, so caught up in her excitement, tried to get closer to me and ended up getting burned by the heatwave.

She tumbled to the ground, her twin peaks bouncing wildly.

“What are you doing? Do not disrupt Sir Shalka’s concentration.”

“M-My apologies. I got a little carried away…”

Nicolette scolded Evelyn and dragged her away.

I see, this nun might actually be a bit clumsy.

“FOOL! YOU DROPPED YOUR GUARD! THAT MAGIC POWER IS MINE NOW!!”

It seemed the monster thought I had an opening.

His reflexes and physical capabilities were far beyond normal human limits.

But if I had enough leisure to glance at Evelyn’s chest, then an empty-headed brute charging straight at me was no threat at all.

“I wasn’t off guard. I was waiting for you to get closer.”

This was, without a doubt, one of my highest firepower techniques.

The magic consumption was leagues above any other spell I had.

It had even sliced through Barbato’s Star Gear—an ultra-high-powered magical blade that burned and severed everything.

**”Burning Knife.”**

I simply swung the pipe down in one swift motion.

The *Nebula Arts* at the tip traced across the monster’s body.

“GYAAAAAH!”

A single line was carved into the monster’s body, and he split cleanly in half.

It was more like a knife than a sword.

Rather than hacking, it sliced through and removed the target.

From the base of his neck down to his waist, like slicing through butter—

“Ugh… I never expected this… Forgive me—Serpens…”

The monster muttered an unfamiliar name before collapsing to the ground with a dull thud.

Serpens? Is that his superior or something?

Well, whatever.

I withdrew *Nebula Arts*.

“Phew, it’s over.”

I maintained my stance, just to be sure.

A light poke—yep, definitely dead.

“Still, what was this guy trying to accomplish?”

“Sir Shalka!”

Nicolette called my name in a tense voice.

“What is it?”

“A group of men in black cloaks are rioting near the main castle. Their actions appear to be coordinated.”

“What?!”

Judging from Nicolette’s expression, this was turning into a real hassle.

The main castle, huh?

I had taken precautions, but there was no guarantee there weren’t more monsters like this guy.

“The military officers are currently engaging them, but they are elusive, and we have casualties.”

“That’s bad. Do we know their objective?”

“Yes. They seem to be after the captured prisoners from Naia.”

Knowing the black-cloaked men’s goal was a big deal.

“They’ve come to rescue their comrades? I didn’t take Naia for the loyal type.”

“No, it’s the opposite.”

“Huh?”

“Their goal is to silence them. They intend to assassinate the prisoners.”

I placed a hand on my chin in thought.

Only one person came to mind.

“—They’re after Nephthys.”

“Most likely.”

Good timing, or bad timing?

Nephthys certainly knew a lot about internal affairs. Now that he was captured, he had become a liability to Naia.

For them, it was more practical to silence him rather than attempt a rescue.

Roa had dispelled his curse, and Nephthys had turned into a surprisingly talkative old man.

I wasn’t about to let them kill him now.

“Nephthys really is unlucky. After all his years of service, now his own people send assassins after him.”

“A captured Satellite-Class commander has a grim fate. No need for sympathy.”

“Really? Well, if you were captured, Nicolette, I’d come to rescue you.”

I placed my hand on her waist.

The urge to give her a squeeze was strong, but I resisted.

“……You need not say such things to me.”

Nicolette remained expressionless, but she was clearly flustered.

Her face was flushed red.

She was struggling between her duty as a subordinate and the inherent loyalty of the Satellite-Class.

For them, being needed by their Star-Class was the greatest joy.

Nicolette suppressing that feeling to focus on her mission was quite endearing.

Maybe I should push her buttons in this direction a little more.

“Sir Shalka.”

A voice suddenly interrupted.

It was one of the nomad-like people I had noticed earlier.

Interrupting my conversation with Nicolette—how rude.